#2-16 The Threatening Saintess (Sharon, Lemon - Double Ass♥) (1)
Becoming an incubus wasn't Gaon's choice, but he had no complaints about it. His body overflows with energy compared to a normal person's, and no matter how much sex he has, he never tires. In fact, the more he does it, the more he steals the women's yin energy and mana, filling him up even further—sometimes even boosting his stamina. In other words, infinite sex is possible.
The pleasure during sex has intensified too, and thanks to incubus traits, seducing women is a breeze. Plus, there are all sorts of incubus skills like summoning tentacles, crafting aphrodisiacs, engraving erotic tattoos... Hypnosis is there too, but since it's already a player skill, he doesn't feel much difference.
The problem is his insatiable sex drive. Even amid all his busy schedules, he's already put off other tasks dozens of times just to satisfy it. The silver lining is that Noa and Heart are so competent—most things get handled without him lifting a finger. By the time he's vented his urges, everything's sorted.
The key figures in the Holy Light Kingdom are mostly under his sway.
Heart investigates the necessary personnel, Noa creates openings in the church, and we slip in succubi to enchant them... It's going too smoothly. Almost scary.
Being the Holy Light Kingdom, its major figures are all clergy, of course. He wondered if they wouldn't fall to an incubus's temptations, but most crumbled easily. A bit of gold or flaunting a superior woman did the trick.
Not all clergy are like that, naturally. There are the noble ones like the saintesses. Heart filtered them out from her lists, or they bent them with irresistible means like hypnosis.
Still, some held out—those unmoved by gold, incubus seduction, or mental corruption, armed with iron wills and faith. But they're a tiny handful, no real issue.
It's been about two months since Gaon arrived in the Holy Light Kingdom Berea. In that time, roughly half its leadership has fallen into his hands.
"Ngh... ha... hah...!"
He thrust deep as he pleased, then ejaculated pleasurably. The thrill of using a female hole as a cheap cum dump, a mere flesh toilet for dumping his lust. Savoring that satisfaction, he squeezed out the last of his thick, vigorous semen.
Moments later, he pulled out of her pussy and wiped his cock on the ass and pussy beside it. Just that made the ass quiver like it was in ecstasy.
"Gaon-sama... hah... Gaon... sama...♡"
"Hah... heek... Th-thank you... thank you...♡♡"
Exhausted voices thick with fatigue. Bodies slick with sweat and all sorts of fluids. Yet their sighs still burned with undying heat, begging for more.
Sharon and Lemon. The two saintesses, fucked all night, were now prostrated before him, asses raised high. Both their pussies and anuses lewdly leaked varying amounts of white turbidity. Everywhere defiled, utterly dyed in his color.
Gaon leisurely admired their asses, then raised his arm high and smack smack spanked those cheeks alternately.
"Aah...♡"
"Nngh... yes...♡"
Both writhed their hips, deriving pleasure even from the spanks.
The room wasn't just the two saintesses—other women lay exhausted or collapsed here and there. Heart and Sion were completely drained, Noa was still energetic, grinning as she watched the saintesses. Succubus Melissa clung to the collapsed pair, licking their soiled bodies and slurping up their yin energy.
"...The sun's already high in the sky."
Peeking past the curtains let in bright sunlight. The home party sex from evening had stretched through half a day until sunrise.
His cock was still rigidly erect, screaming for more. The honest Sharon and the others were that alluring. He wanted to keep going, but it was time to give them a break. He was getting hungry too.
"Shall I prepare a bath, Gaon-sama?"
"Yeah. Wanna join me, Noa?"
"Gladly~."
Finally, he plunged his fingers into the saintesses' still-prostrated pussies. Soaked messes of fluids. He stirred them vigorously one last time, then had Noa clean his fingers in her mouth before heading to the bath together.
In the room Gaon left, the saintesses soothed their steaming-hot bodies and stayed prostrated a while longer. As Melissa the succubus sucked and cleaned their pussies, they collapsed like puppets with cut strings onto the bed. Then, they drifted into sleep with delicate, even breaths.
In the room trapped with lewd, musky scents. Like a battlefield after war, the saintesses and bitches plunged into a sea of quiet slumber... twitching now and then at lingering pleasure memories.
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Gaon had secured two saintesses, and everything's proceeding smoothly. Only the 1st Saintess remains.
Once he has the core holy personnel like the saintesses, the pope—the national leader—will fall naturally.
But first, there's something to handle.
"The murderer will appear tonight."
Sion prophesied. Freshly awakened, she sat naked, peering into the crystal ball before her without even wiping down.
"This time, the murderer's target is the church. They failed to infiltrate last time, but tonight, they'll succeed."
The church had been in chaos recently over an unidentified intruder. Circumstances pointed to the serial killer. They'd tightened security since, but maybe it'd slackened—or the killer sharpened their blade for a breakthrough.
Either way, it was plausible. Above all, Sion's prophecies had proven accurate repeatedly. Luring and capturing Sharon, and many tests since, all hit high accuracy rates.
Gaon trusted her.
"Remember this: The futures in my personal prophecies can change. Based on your actions after hearing them, Gaon-sama."
"Yeah, yeah. I've heard it plenty."
Sion continued.
"Yes, but the prophecies my god commands me to relay cannot be changed, no matter what. They will happen."
In other words, fixed events.
Sion the Fortune Teller sees malleable futures via her skill Precognition. But the 'Great Prophecies' from her god are immutable.
Stars and mana and our god foretell.
Soon, a Seed of Ruin shall appear in this city.
That was the Great Prophecy she first relayed when they met. Unchangeable.
Confirmations since hadn't altered it—no new additions, no changes.
And Sharon added a new one. Not from her god, but her own Fortune Teller skill.
"The murderer's target is the 1st Saintess."
"Tonight, the 1st Saintess dies by the murderer's hand, her blood scattered."
She prophesies. She conveys. The naked prophet declares that tragedy.
But insists it's an avoidable, preventable tragedy, her voice laced with faint hope.
"The Seed of Ruin summoned by sacrificing the holy virgin—Jabberwocky."
"A ruinous beast with ominous wings and claws, spewing fire from its maw."
"The Seed of Ruin summoned by sacrificing the holy virgin—Jabberwocky."
"A ruinous beast with ominous wings and claws, spewing fire from its maw."
⟨ Prophecy ⟩
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—Rewind just a bit.
It was still when everyone slept, and Gaon—overflowing with mana and yin energy—couldn't.
To soothe his unrelenting erection, he'd been pacing the living room, alternately fucking Amy and the clinging Noa to vent, when a tap tap sounded at the window.
A grotesque bat tapped the window. It dropped what it clutched through the open pane, then crumbled to dust.
A magic familiar. His designated comms method with the succubi.
The bat left a rolled parchment and photos.
Unfurling the letter first, its content differed sharply from the succubi's usual.
Cute and bright script. But the threats didn't match.
The enclosed photos showed succubi, battered and bound to racks. Multiple shots proved no fakes.
Magic projectors exist but are pricey with limited uses. Using them lavishly for cheap blackmail? As expected of a spoiled, extravagant woman.
Couldn't ignore it, so Gaon woke Sion for a prophecy. Her response: this.
- Leave the saintess be, and she dies tonight.
- Her death fulfills the 'Great Prophecy,' summoning the Seed of Ruin.
The wise choice: let her be. No more headache saintess, and his conquest proceeds smoothly.
But he couldn't. Shouldn't.
Many things happened, but—Gaon was the Salvation King.
That's what he vowed upon arriving in this world.
He wanted to save everyone. The 1st Saintess too.
"Guess I have to go."
Decision made. Gaon's course for the day set.